Isadora Raleigh (poison_and_fire) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-14 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, ichabod crane, isadora raleigh |
RP: It made her wonder ...
Characters: Isadora, Ichabod
Time/Date: Evening, September 14
Location: Library
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Isadora is less than thrilled with one of the absences
Status: complete
Dora had read Jaime's list after it had been posted. It was shorter than she'd anticipated, though her eyes lingered overlong on one name. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed slightly.
It stood to reason though, didn't it? He'd been a thorn in their side since he shot their delivery boy ... so why wouldn't they "send him home"? Of course, a second thought chased along the heels of that one: had they somehow overheard the discussion she'd had with him? Did they know everything they were planning about traps and misdirection?
Or was it simply coincidence?
A preventive measure?
Were they extracting conversations from his brain? Could they do that?
Frustrated at how little she could reasonably assume about the situation, Dora moved to the door. Iridia hopped up and stalked after her in that easy, graceful way he had. Together, they moved down the stairs toward the lobby, though she wasn't sure what she intended to do.
She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to pretend she was five, and throw a tantrum. Break things and scream out her rage at the situation. Accuse her captors, bring them down somehow. But she couldn't. She couldn't. Her thoughts flit to the garden, to the poison she could make ... and she thought perhaps she'd have to look into that, soon. Maybe she'd pull a villain card and threaten one of their precious rats.
She wondered if she could though. Taking a life wasn't something she had a problem with ... but generating mistrust among her allies was. Clearly, her next course of action should be seeking out another ally, one of a similar mind, of a similar intelligence ... and she wondered if there was anyone here quite like Spike.
Irritated, Dora stalked into the library, pleased to find it apparently empty. She moved to the shelf against the wall, her eyes scanning the titles though she had little interest in any of them. Instead, she studied the chair he'd sat in the last time they'd been in here. It wasn't fair, and she hated that her thoughts had been reduced to those of a pouting child, but there it was. It wasn't fair that they took away her one ally, her strongest bet.
If she hadn't been inclined for revenge before, she most certainly was now.
Iridia lifted his lips slightly, baring his teeth in response to Isadora's mood, her thoughts.
Dropping her hand once more, she stroked his head before she moved to settle into one of the chairs with a book selected at random. Perhaps someone would come along to wallow with her ... or distract her.